Ever wonder how a "best seller" is determined? You should.
Here is a link to a guy who knows.
http://www.writersreaders.com/articlespdf/99Bestseller.pdf
There are many terms in writing and publishing that every author should know. This is one.
Enjoy the article.
kathi h
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Dee Tenorio
My friend, Dee has a new book out that sounds beautiful.
here is the Utube link http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KlafQAlezBo&eurl=http://www.deetenorio.com/Blog/?p=1156&feature=player_embedded
I hope you all visit it and take a look. (I would do the tiny URL but I forgot how ;0
hugs
kathi
here is the Utube link http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KlafQAlezBo&eurl=http://www.deetenorio.com/Blog/?p=1156&feature=player_embedded
I hope you all visit it and take a look. (I would do the tiny URL but I forgot how ;0
hugs
kathi
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
A quiet place
I have mentioned before the need for quiet to write. One of my friends challeneged that saying she had known me to write in a busy Burger King. Well, it is a different kind of quiet.
I need to not be interrupted by people needing answers to even simple questions. That is what I consider quiet. Unlike a lot of writers, I do not listen to much music while I write. There is a major exception. If my characters like music, I find out what they like and weave it through the story. I find that listening to it later brings back specific scenes just like I was there witnessing the action.
Today I found that helpful as I was going back to a story I had to put away for nearly two months. I had almost forgotten what music the two main characters listened to. Then I was sorting through CD's to put them away and put one on to listen to and suddenly felt like I was back in the room where I had left off the action.
I am thinking about putting a little note in the front of my books giving a suggested listening list so the reader can have a multilayered sensory experience.
What do you think?
krh
I need to not be interrupted by people needing answers to even simple questions. That is what I consider quiet. Unlike a lot of writers, I do not listen to much music while I write. There is a major exception. If my characters like music, I find out what they like and weave it through the story. I find that listening to it later brings back specific scenes just like I was there witnessing the action.
Today I found that helpful as I was going back to a story I had to put away for nearly two months. I had almost forgotten what music the two main characters listened to. Then I was sorting through CD's to put them away and put one on to listen to and suddenly felt like I was back in the room where I had left off the action.
I am thinking about putting a little note in the front of my books giving a suggested listening list so the reader can have a multilayered sensory experience.
What do you think?
krh
Friday, January 02, 2009
A year of resolution
My only resolution this year is to make each day the best I can make it.
I often have limitations caused by health or circumstances. I can't change that, but I can change how I handle it.
Today is one of those days. Not feeling up to par and won't go into the details other than to say that Immodium might be a good stock to invest in.
Had planned to go for a nice ride in the Colorado mountains today with my honey. Now, really do not think that would be wise. We shall see about later.
I had a dream. I add it here as an entry in my dream journal.
dream date 09 01 02
dream; three religious groups came together in
one place yet in separate spaces. one Jewish;
one dressed in purple with stones; and Cyn and me. I had
made some kind of a round moist cocoanut
cake for the ceremony. It was about palm sized. Each sect was doing a
separate ceremony at the same time in shallow wings of the room and
limiting the noise and infringement on the others.
I had my drum but felt it would be too intrusive so
began gently tapping the cake which I could hold
in my hand. Cyn was late but sat with me and
began to feel the rhythm. We sat singing with only a low
tone that we made to the motion of the drum stick.
After while it felt like we were through and we sat
quietly. The purple group were still meditating
with their candles and stones. The Jewish group
was using tiny bells and had reached a point
where they to were done... almost. One woman from that wing
appeared to have joined Cyn and me without our
realizing it and asked me where the story was. I
shrugged. she said there had to be a story. I
said so tell one. She said she could but it had to
be about a Marine. I gestured fine, not relating to
the story until moments later when she said it
could be about Scrabble.
I began telling a story about a Marine and his girl
who always played scrabble before he went back to the base.
She was angry and didn't want to play
a game. He said it was more than a game it was
a commitment. The first word she made was v o
l e. he looked at it and asked why not l o v e
where she could get extra points for her v. She
said she didn't want to commit further.
I woke up during the story and realized that I had
been the one telling it even after the woman had
taken the reigns.
I also saw the deeper meaning of the story and of
the elements of the dream.
submitted respectfully. krh
I have already done some introspection this. I love the layers of dreams.
I often have limitations caused by health or circumstances. I can't change that, but I can change how I handle it.
Today is one of those days. Not feeling up to par and won't go into the details other than to say that Immodium might be a good stock to invest in.
Had planned to go for a nice ride in the Colorado mountains today with my honey. Now, really do not think that would be wise. We shall see about later.
I had a dream. I add it here as an entry in my dream journal.
dream date 09 01 02
dream; three religious groups came together in
one place yet in separate spaces. one Jewish;
one dressed in purple with stones; and Cyn and me. I had
made some kind of a round moist cocoanut
cake for the ceremony. It was about palm sized. Each sect was doing a
separate ceremony at the same time in shallow wings of the room and
limiting the noise and infringement on the others.
I had my drum but felt it would be too intrusive so
began gently tapping the cake which I could hold
in my hand. Cyn was late but sat with me and
began to feel the rhythm. We sat singing with only a low
tone that we made to the motion of the drum stick.
After while it felt like we were through and we sat
quietly. The purple group were still meditating
with their candles and stones. The Jewish group
was using tiny bells and had reached a point
where they to were done... almost. One woman from that wing
appeared to have joined Cyn and me without our
realizing it and asked me where the story was. I
shrugged. she said there had to be a story. I
said so tell one. She said she could but it had to
be about a Marine. I gestured fine, not relating to
the story until moments later when she said it
could be about Scrabble.
I began telling a story about a Marine and his girl
who always played scrabble before he went back to the base.
She was angry and didn't want to play
a game. He said it was more than a game it was
a commitment. The first word she made was v o
l e. he looked at it and asked why not l o v e
where she could get extra points for her v. She
said she didn't want to commit further.
I woke up during the story and realized that I had
been the one telling it even after the woman had
taken the reigns.
I also saw the deeper meaning of the story and of
the elements of the dream.
submitted respectfully. krh
I have already done some introspection this. I love the layers of dreams.
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